Phil’s Secret
I know a little girl,
But I won’t tell who!
Her hair is of the gold,
And her eyes are of the blue.
Her smile is of the sweet,
And her heart is of the true.
Such a pretty little girl!
—
But I won’t tell who.
I see her every day,
But I won’t tell where!
It may be in the lane,
By the thorn-tree there.
It may be in the garden,
By the rose-beds fair.
Such a pretty little girl!
—
But I won’t tell where.
I’ll marry her some day,
But I won’t tell when!
The very smallest boys
Make the very biggest men.
When I’m as tall as father,
You may ask about it then.
Such a pretty little girl!
—
But I won’t tell when.